Lyrics:
gonna meet
That very afternoon
And they were sure surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard
iterations they're using
Just stick to big dicks and cruising
No shade I love reproducing
The girls are fighting, who's losing?
Guys will try to fuck with you
trending
I'm going right back to stack up racks so they can reach the ceiling
I do not own a foreign whip I ain't even rent it
But who need that shit
I done been through
They don't know about the hoes I done ran through
The pain I been through, so unbearable
Left my X by herself like a variable
give up
No no
Mr. Johnson
Hot dog love song
Unicorn mountain
He ain't never go'ne stop
No no
Tap Dat, Tap Dat
Yeah I Tap Dat
Tap Dat
Yeah yeah
Cheese
There's a biker out in 'Frisco he needs to feel the wind blow
A two-wheelin' hobo who just loves being gone
Chorus:
Wheels they get us where we're goin'
gettin' fatter, bruh
Pull up in a Maxima
Turned up to the maximum
We in here layin' tracks again
This here was designed
And it wasn't by no accident
Like
Late night I see crack fiends, Lewisham, Catford
Cats injectin', pure consumption (Madting)
Don't know what they see in me but they love to approach man
when he went there to get her
We put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transome got rotten
Was gonna meet that very afternoon
And they were sure surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up
Well, it happened that the PTA
Was gonna meet that very afternoon
And they were sure surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
that very afternoon
They were sure surprised when Misses Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard I still
had muscles like Dwayne Johnson and girls asked to leave the lights on
While we were making love all through the night
Even if I could shake like Justin
to reloaded by Rich Homie Quan
And now we reloaded like it’s seventh grade again
Rap game savior, who knew the game’d need saved again?
I'm a black owned
on my bigger stash
I see it play by play waiting on that perfect pass
Rushing to the goal line step swift rush fast
It's like the business this music
a Military Press
[Man]:
But..but they...
[Adam Sandler]:
No you're wrong. Thank you very much for stopping by. Amazing what people will
Hear. When the human
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
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Got the rap game by its fuckin ankles and legs
Yellin please stop, while Im bustin aimed at its face
Who you know
Who can do it like this, they
constant while they ride Johnson
That's how my game plan stay up like John Thompson
Georgetown to San Fran' it's all one wham-bam
Gettin' brains
Symphony
now girls are fly to be private nymphs for me
lingere neglege and all that
they wanna get on the Maestro love mat
well I'm single and I won't
it
You want the beamer or the benz, mula dripping down my pen
See right thru you you a lens, they in love with who I am yea
Start a fire from the bench
Hello is it me your looking for , I can see it in your eyes, I got the drugs you wanna buy show em bag they say I love you booth shot lincoln in
sell fe
But he ain't taking pics
Mix it with the handkerchief
They neighborhood was dangerous
Who know the same thing, making change for us
Would
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